Twice a week I take a class at the gym. It’s the perfect class for me because it’s only 25 minutes.
(Sure, I take the hour long classes sometimes. But usually about halfway through I am feeling like I’m going to be sick and I stare at the clock willing it to move faster, which it usually mocks me by…not. So a 25 minute class is perfect for me.)
The class is called Core and More. I think it’s like pilates. It’s a half hour of abs, arms, and legs, working hard while keeping that belly button kissing the spine!
The instructor rotates the workouts and I guess recently she’s been feeling like she needs to find new material. So she’s been searching YouTube for great new workouts.
Bad idea, people. Bad. Wrong.
Yesterday she had us balance on the big exercise ball. On all fours. For two counts of 10. While asking us politely to please not face plant, lest management get peeved.
I don’t think the instructor likes me very much; I’m known to laugh out loud when she explains some of the moves we’ll be doing. I can’t help it. It just comes out because, while she comes from the planet SuperCore where they can all levitate themselves using only their stomach muscles, I am just a lowly earthling afraid that her expensive orthodontia may be compromised while balancing on a ball.
Balancing aside, the last two classes have filled me with confusion. Because one of the things she learned from the sadistic instructor on YouTube was the push-up roll. You do two push-ups with one leg looking like a dog is having it’s way with a fire hydrant, then you lay flat and roll, hot dog style, to the other end of the mat and do two more push-ups. Then you roll back and repeat.
I didn’t even try the roll. There are just some things that you intrinsically know about yourself; like how horizontal stripes are not okay or trying to do a cartwheel will put you in traction. I know, deep down, that if I was to roll across my mat I would have be nauseous for the entire day and I would have needed a coke and a Big Mac to make it go away.
Which kind of defeats the purpose of taking the class, no?
So why is it that everyone else could do them? I can’t be the only one who can’t roll. Heck, I can even do a neck roll without needing to sit for a minute for the room to stop spinning. Please tell me I’m not alone.
Now, if I did attempt the roll, I could choose to eat these truffle pops instead of a Big Mac. They’d achieve the same purpose, but still probably defeat the purpose of even going to the class. Or wait, maybe I do the class so I can eat the cheesecake? Hmmm…
The method for these pops comes from Bakerella. I made my favorite cheesecake without the crust (gasp). Scoop equal sized balls into graham cracker crumbs and roll. Then I chilled them overnight, to make them easier to dip.
Oh, and the really awesome thing? I only wanted about 24 pops, so I froze half my cheesecake. Now I have half a cheesecake in my freezer for the next time I make truffles…or for a gym emergency.